Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta watched Harry Potter, who looked a bit disappointed, leave his office, and in the end, he failed to learn any secrets that were not known to outsiders.

Regarding this, Amosta was not surprised. The young wizard at this age was already in a sensitive period, and he was born in Slytherin. If it were him, he would have no reason not to tell him what he knew. Headmaster Dumbledore instead trusted a stranger.

However, after the test just now, Amosta did confirm that Potter had hidden some extremely critical information. If he knew this information, the situation would probably not be so passive.

"Maybe, I should think of some way to gain his trust?"

Amosta stared at the swaying light and shadow on the ceiling, and frowned in distress. What if the heir never showed his feet?

Amosta once considered that maybe he could get some compound potion and pretend to be that Colin or Justin, spread information to the outside world that the little wizard who was attacked had woken up, and provided the school with key clues to the identity of the murderer, while he himself You just need to show your face with the face of the person being impersonated, and then hide in the school hospital and never come out.

This is a good method, but there is a loophole, that is, if Colin and Justin did not see the real face of the murderer when they were petrified, then this method may not be able to scare the attacker.

"Just wait and see—"

Amosta withdrew his gaze, he moved his fingers towards the monitoring wall, and the curtain was opened silently, staring at the swaying figures all over the wall, he muttered,

"If there is still no progress, then the only way to hug the thighs of the protagonist group is—"

Harry, who left Mr. Blaine's office, walked towards the Gryffindor tower. Originally, he planned to tell Hermione about the conversation first, but after thinking about it carefully, Harry felt that there seemed to be no urgent need to borrow Hermione's words. Sensitive wisdom.

He has already figured out the most critical issue, that is, Mr. Bryan will not easily believe the rumors in the school, and he will not put anyone in the castle in prison until he has the definite evidence. For Harry Say, that's enough.

As for not telling Mr. Blaine about the horrible voice and Dobby's warning, that's what Harry thought.

Since Mr. Blaine refuses to clarify for himself, even if these things are said, it is unlikely to change the result, but it will make him appear more suspicious.

And, he always thought, if anyone needed to know these things, it should be Headmaster Dumbledore - thought Harry as he passed the doorway behind the Fat Lady's portrait.

Except for Percy, several children of the Weasley family were sitting on a large soft sofa under a bright crystal chandelier. When they saw Harry, they immediately showed expressions of relief and waved to him happily. And this scene warmed Harry's heart.

"Well, Harry, did that Brann make things difficult for you because of Filch?" Ron stood up and handed Harry a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Better than I thought, Ron." Harry grinned.

Twenty minutes later, when Harry told them the whole process of the conversation, the worried Weasley family relaxed a lot.

"Oh, that Mr. Investigator seems to be more intelligent than we thought, George, it seems that we have to make some adjustments to our plan." Fred muttered, but his expression seemed a little disappointed , "We were going to show him some color!"

"Don't worry, Fred." Harry said worriedly, "Mr. Blaine is not a showman like Lockhart, he is not that easy to deal with!"

"Believe in professionalism, Harry." George said triumphantly, "We never miss!"

"What are you going to do?" Ron looked at George enthusiastically, "Throwing shit into his office?"

When Harry said that he would not be thrown out of school inexplicably for the time being, Ginny's pale and haggard face, which looked as if she hadn't slept for half a month, regained some color, and she let go of her hand covering her chest. However, it didn't take long before her breathing became short again, and she looked very nervous

"That Mr. Blaine said he was monitoring the school, but how did he do it? I mean, he almost never stepped out of his office?"

This is indeed a puzzling question, and Harry couldn't answer it, but his intuition told him that Mr. Blaine was not lying. They discussed this issue for a long time, and the final result was probably the same The up walls are about.

"It seems that we still have to go, Fred!" At the end of the conversation, George raised his eyebrows and smirked at his brother.

"Of course, George, there's probably no one else who would take the opportunity to sneak into his office except the two of us!" Fred winked at George.

After everyone had left, Fred whispered to George,

"You think that Bryan will have a share too."

"Shut up, Fred!" George said hurriedly, looking at Percy who was struggling to climb into the lounge. "We can figure this out tomorrow."

On Tuesday morning, the third grade of Gryffindor is a spell class taught by Professor Flitwick. Today, he is introducing a spell that can make people laugh - the happy spell to the little wizards.

"—At the end of the casting action, your wand needs to be slightly raised upwards. This is very important, gentlemen and ladies," Professor Flitwick said sharply on the first base beside the podium, "otherwise If you don’t, when you wake up, you’ll find yourself lying on the floor with a black-haired baboon standing on your chest!”

"What are you two thinking about?"

Angelina saw that Fred and George did not practice spells with each other at all, but lowered their heads and peeked at a piece of parchment. On the yellowed paper, there were many densely packed words moving back and forth.

"Peeping privacy is a despicable thing, Katie, I don't want to have a despicable person as my teammate~"

Fred turned his head and stared away from Angelina's sight, and then quietly flirted with George. George, who received the signal, immediately shook a piece of orange candy from his sleeve.

"If I die because of this, Fred, remember to bury my body in Filch's office!" George said with a smile.

Three minutes later, the originally noisy classroom fell silent amidst a series of eardrum-piercing screams. The bright red liquid ejected from George's two nostrils at the same time stunned everyone. Professor Flitwick trotted over. When he saw George's After seeing the tragedy and the large blood stains on Fred's robe, he also fell into panic,

"Frey. Oh no, George, well, whoever you are, can someone explain to me what's going on!"

"He's going to die!" Fred supported the pale George with grief on his face, "Can you allow me to find a place to bury my dear brother?"

"Nobody dies, Weasley!" said Professor Flitwick angrily.

"Take him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with it. If there is time, I hope you can come back and practice the Happy Charm. This lesson is very important, Weasley, because"

Flitwick stopped before he finished speaking, because after hearing that he allowed them to go to the school hospital, the two Weasleys immediately jumped up vigorously, and rushed out of the classroom without looking back, leaving nothing behind. Professor Flitwick stood disheveled in a large pool of blood.

Because it was class time, there were very few little wizards wandering around in the castle. Fred and George, who was holding his nose, ran all the way. When they reached the fourth floor, Fred suggested that he investigate Brian's office by himself, and let George go to the school hospital. Simple to do,

"We haven't got an antidote for that, George, and maybe it'll make you bleed out!"

"Don't do it alone, Fred, you can't take all the credit by yourself!" George rushed straight to the third floor, clutching his bloody nose.

According to the results of observation over the past few days, Amosta Bryan would only leave his mysterious office between 10:30 and 11:00 in the morning and from 4:00 to 4:30 in the afternoon. Then go to the prefect's bathroom to soak in a bath to relieve fatigue, and finally, rush back without stopping.

The process of cracking the protective spell on the office door was much easier than the twins had expected, and a simple Arahho opening spell would get everything done.

The twins slipped into the room stooping. The simple furnishings in the office were transparent at a glance, not worthy of special attention. Fred and George stood in front of the black curtain and looked at each other excitedly.

"Count down to three, let's uncover this mysterious veil together!"

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